#*headcanons.

the crowned skull ;

You are a leader, whether you wanted to be or not. You have been burdened by a purpose greater than yourself. All sense of identity has been buried beneath the necessity of duty. Sacrifice is normalcy to you, and every day you trade away pieces of yourself to serve. The people who follow you cannibalize you. They take, and take, and take. But you are NO pushover. You have a just mind, and lead with a firm hand. You are a terror to some and hope to others. A tyrant to your dissidents, but a savior to your loyalists. Rarely will they praise you, and often will you suffer the blame for their own failings. But it is your job to bear it all. Who are you beneath the responsibilities? You wouldn’t know; it is a thing grown from your bones themselves. Duty is a burden you will never escape, no matter what form it takes. How long before it breaks you?

1.  if  marley  were  ever  to  take  an  interest  in  playing  an  instrument  it  would  be  the  drums.  she’d  last  maybe  one  lesson  before  she  gets  bored  and  just  starts  making  up  her  own  beats/rhythms  and  the  person  teaching  her  gives  up  getting  her  to  pay  attention.

2.  hellfire  club.  she  would  totally  join,  but  would  be  an  infuriating  player  for  anyone  who  adheres  completely  to  the  phb  as  law.  marley  would  be  all  about  the  homebrew.  would  wanna  play  an  aarakocra  or  tabaxi  before  it  was  even  a  thing.  class  wise  i  think  she’d  either  go  rogue  or  a  cleric  devoted  to  some  sort  of  trickster  god.